I wrote this poem in 2007 on my dear uncle Flt Lt. Nasrullah and his fiance. He was a pilot in Pakistan Air Force when he had a car accident in Algeria at the age of 26 in 1982. He was very handsome. Unfortunately, after the accident, he became a paraplegic. He then broke off his engagement so his fiancé’s life wouldn’t be affected by his disability. He didn’t want to be a burden on his family so he opted to live in a PAF hospital room. He spent almost 30 long years on a bed in one room and gradually his condition worsened. Ultimately his whole body got paralyzed and he developed an allergy because of which he couldn’t be taken outdoors at all. His well-decorated wall said ‘so what!’.

In spite of these miserable circumstances, he was always jovial and full of life. He lived with a smile on his face. He used to call us Monkeys as we used to ride on his wheelchair. He was always positive and full of interesting information/quotes. He had a voice recognition software in his computer and spent his time reading, writing and sending emails. He wrote for ‘The Review’ also. He passed away in 2008.

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